Torrent of thoughts gush through..
Picking up a thread seems Herculean task..
And not one thread is available to hold on..
Importance of those, at all levels..
Urgency of those, at all levels..
Dreaminess of those, at all levels..
Level of implementing, indeed at all levels..
They range from atom to galaxy..
From picking up laundry
To launching a new product..
Unless I know who and where I’m,
I could not move forward..
But if I keep on untangling
And to no avail, how could I go on?
Setting a target and move towards,
The most often suggested idea..
But what if there are so many targets..
Prioritise, they whisper..
With mind or heart?
Mind says,
Plant your feet and then,
Only then reach for the stars..
Heart shouts,
Just reach for the stars,
everything else will fall into place..
Will everything else falls
Or will I myself fall?
Some distant thought asks,
What if you fly rather than fall?
Mind shrouds,
You’re not a bird with wings,
Nor a human with flight..
And there creeps in another thought..
When I can’t even get
my mind and heart together,
How could I put into action,
For those plans to reach the stars?
And there’s that screeching silence..
When all thoughts come to a still,
And not a single thought on the front..
It’s a pleasure I seek when I meditate,
Nonetheless, not easily achieved when I do..
But not when I’m trying to find a way through…
And amidst all the chaos,
The chaos of daily life, calls out..
And in it the dreams drain out..
Now comes another thought,
All above are just your excuses..
Just put them into action
And everything will sort itself out..
Will they? Do they ever sort out at all?
Or is this what life is all about?
Ripples 